Secretz of War

I’m seein’ demons / Hittin’ weed / Got me hearin’ screamin’ / Scared to go to sleep / Watch the scene like a dope fiend
[Hook] (x2) [E.D.I. Mean]
You either ride wit’ us
Or collide wit’ us
It’s as simple as that
For me and my niggas

[E.D.I. Mean]
War time
War time
It’s either yours or mine
Outlawz be on the grind 
And a mission to shine
And ride on ’em
Leave ’em stuck and fucked from the gate
Set it straight
Regulate
With a bomb I’m about to detonate
Boom! 
Hesitate? 
Aww, now you know what
Ya’ll niggas were here to go 
If you know it was good for ya
Bunch of toy soldiers all dressed in fatigue
But I’m E.D.I. Mean 
On a mission to make ’em bleed
Nigga what? 
Nigga who? 
It was cool? 
And at you?
What the fuck is you gonna do? 
Barbecue and boo-hoo
Ride or die 
Get money
All at the same time
Split the pie with the homie
Ball at the same time
Any nigga slippin’
Fall at the same time
We all links in the chain
Tryin’ to gain, do time
We all see the sunshine
But when you could do yours
We’ll bring these motherfuckers war

[Hook]

[2Pac]
Now
As I approach the scene
From smokin’ green got my eyes closed
Niggas so cold on my foes
I make ’em die froze
Watch me make ’em bleed
Makin’ G’s, Lord
Help me with it
Got me paintin’ pictures of a meal ticket
Help me get it
See me and pray for options
But the pressures nonstop
Niggas get the pistol poppin’
And watch his body drop
I’m a lethal threat
Watch me hit your set
Flash on
Blast on them bitch-made niggas
With my mask on
Do it for profit
Plus I’m lookin’ for punks to bust on
If you ain’t screamin’ “Westside!”
You can get the fuck on
I’m seein’ demons
Hittin’ weed
Got me hearin’ screamin’
Scared to go to sleep
Watch the scene like a dope fiend
Probably be punished for it
Though you can’t ignore it
I live the life of a thug nigga
And die for it
Niggas pass the clip
And watch me bring ’em to the floor
Got some shit that they ain’t ready for
I got the secrets of war

[Hook] (x2)

[Yaki Kadafi]
We do this thug life shit
Like 4, 5, 6, stick ’em
Down with no rounds left up in the pound
When the sounds
Squeeze the lead off
I blow his motherfuckin’ head off
Signal all the other Outlawz to get this shit set off
Yaki Kadafi
It ain’t a cop here to stop me
These streets is black hockey and raw
We get sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
Locked in the slammer
While I’m layed cocked back like a hammer
Ya’ll newly weds that in honey moons
Times ’bout up, y’all
That means I leave no trace 
Found with you face, bounce stuck
Your pig scanners can’t come close touch or even hit me
Doin’ my dirt
Puttin’ in work
You see shit, what you gon’ do?

[Hook] (x2)

[Young Noble]
Check the murder rate percentage
Niggas is finished
Get blood checks from clinics
This thug shit is in us
Flowin’ through my system
You a victim
Blunts, I twist ’em
Fuck the whole world
It’s us against them
You got some heat?
Pull it out
Cock the hammer if you with it
Don’t make no difference here
With the 25-to-life sentence
We already doin’ life on the streets
Like Al G.
Niggas be heated when they walkin’ the beat
This shit is flaky
Makin’ backs shaky
Niggas hate me
Scared to face me
Knowin’ that the Outlawz blaze me
Pull me up on game
Put me up on a hustle
Once I suck my money muscle
All the G’s got devils
Movin’ shit like a dollar
Beatin’ niggas like Rodney
Turn a killer like Kadafi
And a nuke stream to stop me

[Hook] (x4)

[2Pac]
And all you lil’ young ass soldiers
You play this shit back about 15 times
You’ll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin’
Teach these bitches a lil’ somethin’
You know what I mean?
Secrets of muthafuckin’ war…